Poetic rants.

Rants are a part of life. There’s nothing you can do about it. There’s actually something extremely intriguing about it. It’s how you do it that matters. Not why you’re doing it. Or even if there are opinions that conflict these.

So I found ways to doing this. And one way that really relieved me is either making poetry or reading. You can also find this on my Instagram.https://www.instagram.com/p/BXz7iuAFf69/

“Broken”

“Broken”- We’re all a little broken,

Broken in our own way,

But the last time I checked,

Broken crayons still color.
We’re all a little alone,

Aloned by people,

But you still have yourself,

To bring some cheer into your way.
We’re all a little hated,

Hated for our real,

But the last person I spoke to,

Told me I am loved.
We’re all a little jealous,

Jealous cause why not me?

But your time will come when you take chances.
We’re all a little joyful,

Joyful cause it’s life,

Live it and experience every emotion.

-Shashvathi S Hariharan

And then, she gave in;

Gave in her strength and stopped holding herself back.

She let those tears roll down her cheeks, those cheeks that had never been wet by tears.

As the water hit her face, she moaned. They collided and hit the floor

Invaluable and precious tears that could’ve shed for something better,

rather than this. – Shashvathi S Hariharan

“Strange”

Her soul was a strange one.

A mixture of the strangest, yet beautiful things.

Strange? What is strange? Strange  is falling in love with the unique things. Unique things that people don’t notice, notice the beauty in them.

She loved the gloom of the rain.

She loved the aftermath of rain- everything about it..

She loved books, the smell, the feel, the way she could escape reality.

She loved the eyes of people, the way each one could convey what it’s been through.

She was special, unique and strange yet beautiful.

She knew that beauty wasn’t on the outside,

It was on the inside, and the inside is what matters.

She was strange, yet beautiful on the inside.- Shashvathi S Hariharan

“Cared”

She just cared so much.

So much, for everything.

It was just part of her,

And that was why she got hurt.

People knew she cared, and they took her for granted.

She would bend down to give a hand and people would tread on her hand.

She knew she’d  have to change, but it’s easier said than done.

And then the day dawned, she’d had enough.

Sh told herself “Enough”.-Shashvathi S Hariharan

“Colors”

Our life is a surge of colors.

We are in ourself, a beautiful rainbow.

Have you seen a rainbow?

It’s beautiful! And, it’s made of a lot of colors.

Colors that depict beauhy of itself.

Sometimes, you’re a bright yellow, to light up someone’s day.

And then, sometimes you’re a pretty pink, just too beautiful to handle.

I’ma red too, too spicy and rude to be human.

But then there’s blue when you feel deep in the dumps.

And the worst feared- black.

I feel black, dark and lonely.

I feel alone.-Shashvathi S Hariharan

Extremes” and another one I didn’t name. Meh.

Have you ever noticed, sometimes in life you’re either gasping for breath either because you’re laughing way too hard or you’re crying way too hard. The extremes always leave you breathless.

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Sometimes I wished life was a lot simpler,

But I have come to understand that,

If life decided to collapse, it would collapse gracefully,

And rebuild itself with utmost strength.

Strength, that will uphold it next time. -Shashvathi S Hariharan

Sometimes life has come to a point, where crying, talking or poetry don’t mean anything more.

She took a deep breath.

It would be the last adventure of her life.

She let her feet slip,

And she soared.

She felt pumped once and for last.- Shashvathi S Hariharan.

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And then silence prevailed.

They got closer and closer. And almost everything had come to order.

She felt complete.-Shashvathi S Hariharan

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That’s not all. I’ve written lots of other which I’ve misplaced and will take 84 years to find. So the next blog I’d probably get more.

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The antics of 7D: probably the most lively people you’d ever meet!

Let’s be honest, if it wasn’t for the seventh grade with these beautiful, talented and fun classmates, I wouldn’t have actually learnt many exciting stuff.

Our class, 7D is probably the most exciting, intelligent, and noisiest class you’d ever come by, and frankly, I love it the way it is.

To all those teachers who think our class is ‘The worst’, useless, noisy and all other qualities you’d put in the list of ‘Worst Qualities’, we’re sorry you feel that way, but now it’s our turn to sing our praise, as it’s high time, we have a say.

This class has two prefects. Shreya Das: One of my Best Friends, who has a very bad sense of humor 😋, but still is the funnest person to hang out with. Shreya Das, I’m happy your vocal cords have widened by trying to hush up this class, but anyways, great job.

Saketh: Dude, you seriously got to open up a little more, but anyways great job at shutting the dirty jokes, and nasty puns, and also leaving out a few to giggle at.
⏪Let’s Rewind a bit, to the day the prefects were chosen and how I missed by a whisker. Bright morning, hopeful day. So, the day kicks off with our “April Class- Teacher” coming in and handing out timetables. Then, he tells people with the all-A grade- report- cards to stand up for prefect nomination. I stand up (okay, I’m NOT showing- off) and we have a small election.

This day, was a very hurtful one as people whom I thought were friends, ditched me. So we have the votes rolling in. 

I’d never forget this day. I remember everything that happened and what people said in quotes. So, to those people who ditched me, don’t think I’d forget. I remember everything you did and said, like it was yesterday. Readers, I’m sorry I’m making this sound like a tape on 13RW, but this day was when I was seriously hurt.

So we have the votes rolling in. First, we have a girl called Annika who gets seven votes. Then, it’s Shruti (my BFF) whom, I know was again seriously hurt by those people who ditched her too. I’m sorry Shruti. Then, we have me. Frankly, I was surprised. When my name was announced, I found many hands going up as votes. I had 15 votes. But, one more surprising thing I found was many of my friends hadn’t raised their hands. 

To those people who voted for me and thought I deserved a chance to be prefect. Thank you. And I really owe you guys a lot.

Next, Shreya Das. I’m sorry Shreya, but this was the moment when I felt a surge of hate, anger and jealousy, because when your name was announced, all of MY friends raised hands and I’d missed my chance of being prefect. You’d gotten 17 votes. So there you go, that’s how I got to know the true colors of many people, and also threw my wish of being prefect in the dumps. That day, I’d learnt that to be a leader, you’d have to know who’s your friend and who’s your foe.

Okay, back to present. I’m going to give you some names of people who have made my year very exciting and worth it. 

  • Shruti: I have a whole(Aarghh..another pun)blog about how we met and about how we both are inseparable souls now. My partner- in- crime and hobby- partner, thanks for making the year worth it.
  • Shreya Das: My Best Friend and the one who solved disputes between me and Shruti. And as said before,she has a horrible sense of humor, but still some are worth giggling at.
  • Asvika: Yeah, don’t worry. You’re in too. You are simply badass and thanks for roping me in those fun music- sharing sessions and helping me with other stuff.❤❤❤
  • Shreya Sanoj: Thanks for being sensible and giving us some good advice on how handle a few morons, and you know what? Thanks for teaching me how to eat a little faster.( I haven’t told you that before.😋😋)
  • Uthra: Thanks for helping me revive when I’ve been a complete cry baby, and being a beautiful friend.

Some more fun people to hang out with were people like Varshita, Chandana, Padmasree, Revaa who could weave out a spontaneous joke out of almost anything.

I didn’t forget the boys. They’re next.

  • Aadhithyaa: Thanks for teasing me all the time and also, thanks for letting me tease you too. By the way, (Psst Psst) thanks for making horrible jokes​ about people whom I was completely pissed at. You certainly, were an idiot, who kinda made the year funny for me.
  • Hemanth: Dude, your sense of humor is simply heavenly. Yeah, it doesn’t exist. Just kidding. I enjoy your jokes. Again, thanks for making the whole year a big laugh.
  • Aakash: Credit for the jokes and puns and the teasing. The one who manages to make a whole lot of pun with a simple thing. Thanks for making me understand a few of those😋😋.
  • Rohit: The sensible one. Thanks for bringing some sense into some idiots.

Well, let’s not forget Bharadhwaaj, who’s tagline is “Aiyooo Poi”, that literally means “Aye, LIES!!”, and the best part is it’s always in the right context, so there’s more to giggle at.😂.

Shout out to Vignesh for having good comebacks with people who teased him. Well, let’s just say I liked the humor in it. That certainly is a talent: Sass+ Humor.

7D hail!! As I conclude, this blog, all I want is to stay with these talented idiots to bring a little cheer into my life, ’cause sometimes you need to let loose right?

Also, to those people who think I left your name out, I did not. I remember you, but I think if I mentioned all of you guys this blog would take quite a lot of time to publish. So, big shout out to the whole of 7D!! Also, here’s something, all of you guys matter, whatever people say, the whole of 7D sure made a big difference in my life. Thanks for teaching me how to have fun.